I think it may be Spring. I mean, really spring, and not just the date on the calendar. I mean, we had snow last week. I was back in boots and my parka. But this week? Well, I turned on the sprinkler system. I’m planning my first trip to the local farmer’s market tomorrow. I cleared out all the dead stuff from my container garden. I now have a bunch of pots full of freshly turned dirt waiting for new plants. I was doing all this work in capri pants and flip flops. That sure feels like spring.
I’m ready for spring, finally. Even if we get another snow, new plants should be okay. Maybe I really can start wearing shorts and tank tops. I had just about forgotten what it feels like to be warm outside. This happens every year — I feel like some tired mollusk creeping out of its shell. A little bit relieved, a little bit shy, because this is Colorado and we could get one more big snow.
But right now, I think it might really, actually be spring, at last.